Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh. I have learned not to think little of any one's belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane.

Whether it is the old lady's fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.

I sometimes think we must be all mad and that we shall wake to sanity in strait-waistcoats.

I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.

This man belongs to me, I want him!

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic when the fit of escaping is upon him!

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.